Scrum was getting impatient. He had been left in this cantina under his master's orders to await his return. His master was an up-and-coming smuggler who took a job to go to Lothal... 2 years ago. So, being the obedient little floating droid, he waited in low power mode on the top shelf in an obscure corner and not-so-enthusiastically listened. To everything. You see, scrum was a retrofitted battle droid that had since had its weapons stripped, medpac installed, and memory wiped. For all it knew, its existence started merely 3 short weeks before getting deposited in this grease-smear of a place. So, he became quite versed in local politics, xenology, sabaac strategy, and just about anything else that could be talked about by a group of those walking and talking things down below. Scrum knew that he wanted to do something, he just didn't know what. He knew that he could fix people when they got hurt, he even enjoyed it. One time his master even told Scrum that "healing my wounds is your only purpose." But that couldn't be right, could it? Then why would he leave the poor little droid in some trashy cantina while he flew off to deliver those packets of glittery powder. Scrum never understood the fascination that organics had with the stuff. Every time that they took it, they got a crazed look in their eyes and beat on Scrum. Come to think of it, maybe that's how Scrum lost his weapons and memory? One may never know. So, in the end, Scrum was left just waiting his next direction from his master, left only to think about how much he wanted to go out and actually see this world that everyone kept talking about.

Until they came. Those funny looking walking ones came in (well, they were all funny looking to Scrum), and started talking about Lothal. That's when Scrum found out that Lothal was under siege. And that was all the news that Scrum needed to power up, decide to take this chance to see the world if his master was to be even more delayed, and scare the living daylights out of the unsuspecting bartender when he floated over his shoulder out toward this brave new world... Who could ever know if/when Scrum's master was to return and if so, when would he ever get this chance again?

Ambition for Freedom

Scrum desires nothing more than to be able to act free and on his own. His greatest fear is that his master were to return and not find him right where he told him to stay.

Mark of the Survivor Duty - CR1 - 90 Duty
Support

The Survivors' Medicine/Science Guild - CR4 - 305 Duty

Obligation:
Dutybound to your Master

Downtime Hours: 76

Manufacturer: Arakyd Industries
Class: Battle droid

Technical specifications
Color: Gunmetal Grey
Length: .4 meters (diameter)
Sensor color: 360-degree vision, Infrared vision, Low-light vision
Armament: Six stabilized weapon mounts, currently empty
Internal Equipment: Comlink, Repulsorlift unit, Locked access